Needless to say, Lady wasn't very chipper at the moment.

Ruining Dinner for some rich aristocrat was only a small pleasure, and even that didn't last long. It was a four-hour drive to Fortuna and a wickedly cold night. Not to mention, she rode her bike to the city. Also, she had risen with the sun to take this job, fought an endless horde of Scarecrows, controlled by a snot-green Sméagol with a punk rock hairdo (she enjoyed liberating his head from his shoulders), and was now wearing demon blood like it was a new trend.

This was going to be a long ride home.

Releasing a sigh, she heaved a weary leg over her bike. As she went to cue up the engine, a buzz in her pocket startled her. Removing a blood soaked glove, she quickly recovered her phone from her pocket and answered.

"Hey, Lady"

"Kyrie? What are you still doing up?"

The voice on the receiver giggled in response. "It's only half past ten! Though that's exactly why I called. You're still in the city, right?"

Lady raised an eyebrow "Yeah, why?"

"It's late, cold and a long drive to Fortuna. You'd get here at two in the morning with hypothermia. I've booked a room at a hotel called the "Winston". Nero and I are coming tomorrow, but it's booked for tonight as well. It's booked under my name. I think you should stay there tonight."

If Kyrie was here right now, Lady was pretty sure she would have kissed her.

"Kyrie, you continue to save my life"

"Well, someone has to make sure you're taken care of. See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, thanks again, night"

With the phone hung up, Lady replaced her phone in her pocket and started her engine. She tore down the slick streets, light from street lamps flicking by her like shooting stars. It wasn't a long drive to the hotel, but she wasn't exactly driving the speed limit.

When she arrived, there was a valet standing up front. He looked like soiled his pants when he saw Lady. She was about to snap and ask what the hell his problem was, but then she realized.

She was still covered in blood.

Stifling a sigh, she tossed him her bike keys.

"Not a scratch, bellboy" she warned. He nodded and scampered away. Checking in was another adventure. The front desk attendee had a bad case of the shivers, and it wasn't because he was cold. When she finally arrived at her suite (yes, suite. Kyrie knew how to party) the first thing she did was peel her bloody clothes from her skin, without stopping.

The room itself was huge. The floor was glossy white tile, until it reached a dip in the floor where three luxury couches were placed. The flooring there was a white shag carpet. There were large red oak doors, leading into the master bedroom, and there was a smaller bedroom across the floor to the left. To the right was a minibar and a kitchen area. The entire back wall was windows. Every other wall was white, but golden in the dim light of numerous small chandeliers. Kyrie outdid herself

There was a trail of soiled garments on the way to the bathroom. She stripped down completely and without hesitation, started the water for a shower. It felt good to watch the red pour out of her hair. She scrubbed vigorously, determined to clean every last drop off her scalp. Once she was satisfied, she tossed her bloody clothes into the bathtub, and climbed into the master bed. Lady had little time to think before sleep took her.

...

She was roused awake by a loud rapping at her door.

Silently, she pulled on a white bathrobe, and peered her russet eye out the peephole. There waited a bright Kyrie, and a not-so-bright Nero. She opened the door.

"Morning, Kyrie, morning Sunshine."

Kyrie returned the greeting and scurried in with her suitcase, moving deeper in to explore the room. Nero dropped his case right by the mini bar, and proceeded to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee.

"So, what are you two love birds doing here?" Lady inquired, sitting on a barstool.

"Kyrie decided that the library at Fourtuna wasn't cuttin' it anymore. Decided, while you were here, to come study." He called back to her, finishing the brewing process. He walked over to the mini bar, placing his mug on the surface. He the walked around to his suite case, unzipping it. Lady peered over his shoulder as he rifled through and pulled out a bottle. Unscrewing the cap, he stood back up and began to pour Baileys into his coffee.

"Isn't it a little earlier for that?" Lady teased. Nero scoffed.

"Believe me, I need something a lot stronger than coffee to keep me up this morning." As he began to screw the cap back on, His eyes flickered up at Lady. "You got anything on under that?"

"Nope"

Nero shook his head and unscrewed the cap, beginning to pour once more.

If it wasn't for Kyrie, Lady was pretty sure she would be dead right now.

The young girl had brought her a change of clothes too. There was a pair of black pants and a black shirt with sleeves that came down to her Elbows. Over top, Lady had thrown on a white Victorian-style coat. Her boots were easy enough to wash off. The bloodstained blazer was going to need some serious dry-cleaning. She slid her orange-tinted sunglasses on the bridge of her nose and subconsciously lifted her hand to feel for her red pendant around her neck. After pulling her gloves on, she followed her companions out of the building.

Kyrie had let her hair out of her ponytail, leaving it to cascade down to her shoulders. She wore a brown jacket, unzipped to show her white blouse buttoned neatly underneath. Her legs bore black leggings and bronze boots.

Nero still had his trademark denim jacket with the order symbol, in faded red, present on the sleeve. Despite him growing over the years, it still fit him like a glove. His hair was still a shaggy mess.

The trio walked down the steps of the hotel to busy streets. They were in a nicer part of town. The streets seemed pretty safe here. Boutiques and shops lined the streets, and there was a cafe at every corner. Kyrie was here to research, so no doubt she headed towards a library.

The library they chose was only the grandest in town. It had a high ceiling, and stained glass windows on the walls. The floor was elegant marble tiling. Each bookshelf was touching to roof and filled to the brim with books. There were long reading tabled running alongside the fronts of the shelves. It really looked like a cathedral, but stuffed with books.

"This place! I've wanted to study here for ages!" Kyrie squealed quietly. She was lost in the towers of books before either Lady or Nero could bat an eye.

"She's as hyped as ever." Lady chuckled.

"Yeah, she's always studying. Ever since the order collapsed…" Nero trailed off. Lady knew that that time was touchy for the both of them. Her own memories of that time weren't that pleasant either. She vaguely remembered sending Dante and Trish off, before resuming the day job. She was well aware she underpaid the two for the job, but her finance situation wasn't the greatest either. As if she would've admitted that to them though. She was laughing now, though. That rich fool was her biggest paycheck in years. She was weary of him from the start, so demanded a higher pay, thinking he'd back off. To her surprise, He kept raising the bill until she said she would take it, and she was also paid up front. The minute she walked into the place she was supposed to clear, though, she knew this was a setup. She had quite the ride taking all of the demons down. She has a plethora of cuts and bruises, and maybe even a new addition to her every-growing scar collection.

"Yo, I think I'm going to find Kyrie. You good by yourself?" Nero's voice snapped her back to reality.

"I'm fine, go ahead"

Lady didn't really know where to go, so she wandered. She paced, looking for something to catch her multi-colored eyes. She paused in font of a book, and removed her sunglasses to better read the title.

"Legends of Sparda"

A chill ran down her spine. She removed the book from the shelf and began to scan the pages.

She knew she would regret this later. Just the mention of Sparda's name took her back. In all honesty, she loathed returning to this city. She knew that deeper into the city lurked Devil May Cry. Also, She was well aware that Dante had been back for close to four years, despite the two he was initially gone for.

She also understood that she didn't bother to go see him, or keep in contact with anyone close to him over the past six years.

It was a mystery to her why she didn't want to return. Part of here knew that it was too late, other part says she was cowardly. Lady knew both to be true.

Her reverie was once again broken by motion, caught in her peripheral vision. She glanced over and caught sight of tanned skin and red hair. It was recognition at first sight.

Lucia.

The other woman met her eyes, seemingly at a loss for words. They had met once before, at Devil May Cry. This was the woman that had let them know that Dante hadn't returned like he should've. Lady was the first to break eye contact. Quickening her pace, she practically glided over to Kyrie and Nero.

"Good timing, we were just about to leave" Nero piped in "let me tell you, I'm going to be glad to be out of this musty-smelling place of books"

Lady let out a chuckle, and left the book on a table as they walked out of the library.

She knew better that to dig up old graves.